i have an addiction.

it's called clothing.

all the clothing storage spaces in my room are full. including the dresser and extra boxes under my bed. 

plus the addition of my mom's and sister's clothes. 

normal people walk into a store, look for something they absolutely love, and usually end up with one item if any. 

problem. i walk into the store and love almost everything there. convincing myself of how much i need it. 

i got job, and suddenly this all became more of a reality... 

fortunately, i also have an issue paying full price for things.  

and unless i'm absolutely in love with it, rarely more than $20. 

after a down east box clearance sale, the mall, a shopping trip with my cousins, and my lovely cousin who gives me toons of her old things, my closet is packed.

best part? i paid full price for two items. a dress and a shirt. both $20. scoore.

...obviously, i struggle with selfishness. (*sarcasm)